Fred Cogswell

Where now the flesh that

The compiler of an anthology of Canadian poetry has, it seems to me, three choices.

In Passage After Midnight, William Pillin speaks, now as an individual and now as a hew in all lands and ages ...

Marjorie Battcock's collection of short lyrics are chiefly short poems of physical description, the details of which usually combine with economy and compactness to form a mood.

At the tree's rubbed foot

To a gap in the trees

The myriad ghosts of selves I've killed

Raymond Souster is one of the very few good poets practisinig in Canada today who has neither succumbed to the lure of the symbold drawn from the academically proper mythological or psychological sources nor crowded his lines with metaphors that tax the ingenuity of readers to read more than 'being' into them.

Winds of Unreason is the first published volume of a young Montreal poet.

The Singing Forest evokes the joys of physical love with something of the lush richness of Canticles.